Tonight we strike!

[Mike Mar]

3 ~ Jansen
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The Nemesis emerge's from Hyperspace to a region unknown to his pilots.....

It was better this way! For pilots , killing is part of their lives. And it wouldn't be a good thing to know , that maybe , you are killing a relative or an old friend.

In a way , it make's us lethal.


For MAR , it had always been is duty to serve ..... , to exterminate.


Today it will be the same. Sitting in his TIE Bomber cockpit , preparing is launch sequence. He felt as he always did , calm. He had a job to do.






"Red Alert!"

"All Hands to Battlestations!"

"All Fighters , You have a GO!"

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"Epsilon Launch!"

"Gimel Launch!"

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"All fighters , switch to squadrons frenquencies."

"Good Hunting gentlemens."

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"Gimel Squadron, this is the Nemesis! Attack designated target Arthur!"


"Gimel Leader acknoledge!"

"Flight two , acknoledge!"

"Flight three , on our way!"

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"This is Stark. Watch out for those ATRs , they seemed to be heading our way!"

"More trouble on your nine Leader! A flight of X-wings."

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"Branet this is Stark! Could you clean up some of those X-Wings for us , while we pay a visit to Arthur?"

"That will be our pleasure Gimel!"

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"Flight 3 ,clear the way!"

"Yes sir."

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"Palermo , Vik , take down number 2. I'll take number 1"

"On my way!"

"As ordered."


MAR really liked the coldness and effenciency of his wingmates. He knew that he could count on them not matter the odds.

Gimel was equiped with heavy rockets for this mission. The rockets are known to be slow and a lack precision. MAR , being alone after this ATR , would have to "drop" is rocket right onto the ATR's nose.

He waited for the right moment , using his intuition. He could see a flare on starboard. He knew before earing is comm unit that ATR number 2 was gone.


"Job done."


MAR didn't answer right away. Felling it was the right time he dropped his load on the ATR's and flew away at full speed , evading the ATR's lasers and the shockwave of the blast. A second later only dust remained.

Then he answered.

"Acknoledge."

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"Good job Flight three. Come to Arthur's party , everyone's invited."

"On our way , sir."

"Flight three , attack vector alpha nine. Drop rockets without a lock on the target. In 3... 2... 1 ... fire at will."

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